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Guidomestication. Writer/director/star Joseph Gordon-Levitt genuinely seems to be trying to make a sincere story about Jon, a New Jersey womanizer whose first attempt at a genuine relationship (with Scarlett Johansson, no less) collides with his multiple-times-daily porn habit. And he certain bypasses the melodramatic excesses of something like Shame while still looking honestly at the alienating potential of pornography addiction. But everything that's potentially worthwhile is wrapped in a ridiculous packaging that can't decide which broad group it wants to insult most: Men, who are universally self-absorbed horndogs? Women, who are always wanting to watch romantic comedies and get up in a man's business? Italian-American patriarchs, whose entire wardrobe consist of wife-beater T-shirts? Julianne Moore, as a wounded woman Jon meets at night school, seems to have wandered in from an entirely different movie, one where the characters don't all seem like refugees from the stand-up routines of the hackiest bad-boy comedians. (Scott Renshaw)
